"It should be possible. I... can try. But what if birth turns into death, and death turns into birth, then the whole world will be in chaos." Lily seemed very embarrassed. She was afraid that her ability would hurt the humans in Earthsea.
Charles slowly lowered his head and looked underground. "Perhaps compared to the surface, we are the ones who are in a mess now. We are just resetting the real time."
Some knowledge about time began to quickly drill into Charles' brain, which quickly consumed Charles' remaining time, but this time Charles did not clear it out immediately.
Because this knowledge was important to him and related to his future destiny, he found that he seemed to have found a new way to lead others to escape.
"Lily, time is not constant. It is not absolute. It is relative. Time will be different depending on the reference point."
"You said before that you would just take us away. That's a bit too narrow. We should think bigger. Maybe we can try to send the source of the apocalypse into the past along with Earthsea."
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At this time, on the surface of the Indian Ocean, several modified and dilapidated fishing boats took advantage of the dark night and moved towards a huge cargo ship in the distance.
"Hey!! Mogadishu! Don't point your gun at your companions! Damn it, if you weren't my nephew, I really wouldn't want to bring you to this island."
A middle-aged brown-skinned man with a black scarf covering his face said this with a look of disappointment.
Mogadishu suddenly shuddered and lowered the muzzle of the gun tremblingly.
He had just boarded the boat today, so it was inevitable that he was nervous. The other companions around him looked at the boy with gloating eyes.
He looked at the cargo ship that looked like a mountain in the distance, and then looked down at the shabby fishing boat below him, feeling very uneasy. "Uncle Gerry, is this really okay? I'm a little scared,"
Gary pressed his head with his hand, making him crouch lower. "Coward, you're scared of such a small scene. Don't you want to get a laptop for your little Isa?"
Hearing this, and thinking of his neighbors who had returned with their goods loaded, Mogadishu took a deep breath and nodded firmly. "I'm not afraid!"
"That's right. A ship of hundreds of thousands of tons has only a few dozen crew members. They can't guard the hundreds-meter-long side of the ship. I hope there will be more Americans this time. Hehe, Americans are the most valuable."
"Aren't the Americans very powerful? Are the people we kidnapped really okay?"
"What are you afraid of? No matter what country he is from, we have the final say here. They are nothing!"
As for this big country, Gerry and other old pirates have long understood their intentions. They just kidnapped a few Americans. They can't send out the navy to rob them, right? Sending out a trip to fight them is not enough to pay for the gas.
On one side is the ransom of tens of thousands of US dollars, and on the other side is the military expenditure of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars. In such a situation, even a fool would know what to think.
What's more important is that there are so many people like them who are so poor that they are willing to risk their lives in a poor place like Somalia. Even if you kill one group, another group will appear. It's useless.
Therefore, most countries just pay the money and be content, and this is also the way modern pirates make money.
The cargo ship was moving very slowly, and the fishing boat quickly approached the side. "Don't be stunned! Quick! Use the mooring gun! This ship doesn't have a high-pressure water gun! This is a big piece of fat meat! Maybe there are women there to satisfy you!"
Several cables flew up and firmly hung on the side of the ship. Mogadishu followed his uncle Gary and climbed up.
When a dozen people finally reached the deck, it was pitch black. There was not even a light behind the glass of the cockpit.
Mogadishu swallowed hard. "Uncle Gerry, something seems to be wrong."
Seeing that the leader did this, the others didn't know what to say and immediately followed carefully.
There was light in the cabin, but they still didn't see anyone.
Two people stayed behind to respond at the door, while the others began to sweep room by room with guns, looking for Americans who might be hiding.
The cabin was opened all the way, and suddenly Mogadishu stopped. He quickly told his uncle that he could hear someone talking in the cabin in front.
Everyone carefully moved closer, and the sound in the room became louder and louder, sounding like some unknown language without consonants.
The other party seemed to be chanting some kind of hymn in this language. The strange tone made them feel very creepy.
"I! I! futar! Ugh! Ugh! I futua cf' ayak 'vulgtmm, vugtlagln vulgtmm! Ai! Shub-Nigath!"
"Don't be afraid, our prophet will protect us. There is only one true God!" After saying that, Gary rushed over with a gun in hand and kicked the door open.
A bloody smell that was almost condensed into substance hit his face, and the scene inside made Gerry freeze in place.
In the dim candlelight, a group of people in black robes were kneeling on the ground, chanting devoutly to a mural on the wall that depicted a giant tree made of flesh and blood.
Gary's body began to tremble. He knew that he was in big trouble. Although he didn't know what exactly happened, he was definitely in big trouble.
Suddenly the chanting stopped and everyone turned around. Gary then realized that all of them were wearing gas masks.
The next second, everyone, including Gary, felt weak all over, without a trace of strength. The colorless and odorless anesthetic gas had enveloped the surroundings without anyone knowing when.
Mogadishu, with a look of fear on his face, turned around and ran back, but he staggered only two steps before collapsing to the ground along with his other companions.
He couldn't move or speak but his perception was still there. For some reason, Mogadishu found this situation even more terrifying.
Soon, those in black robes came over and dragged them into the bloody cabin as if they were picking dead pigs.
Unable to move, he could only watch as his uncle was dismembered alive by these guys with a golden dagger.
According to a certain pattern, they used my uncle's bones, human skin, and human flesh to form a circular magic circle.
Then came his fate in Mogadishu, where he was thrown into the arms of his uncle, who had been completely dismembered.
The chanting sounded again, and a murmur that made it impossible to control the body began.
The whispering of the black robe began to resonate with something in the ocean.
(End of this chapter)